[He's trying not to tense up, and at first it's obvious that he's fighting the urge to, not least of which because Giorno is so close and so thoroughly in contact with him. He's not sure when it changes; maybe it's when he realizes that what he's doing is fighting, and it's just that this time he's fighting his own impulses instead of trying to heal from them.
That's the second problem. He doesn't know how to heal from them, or how to try to combat them without fighting.
That and the fact that even now they're still heading toward the beach, and therefore the sound of the surf, it leaves him thinking of Hamon, the training he hasn't been doing. Another failure.
But that was a day of being set to complete tasks that he didn't know how to fulfill, and his setbacks were never failures. Just start over from the beginning, and try again.
His breathing evens out, and grows rhythmic and steady. He can't Hamon breathe and hold a conversation, but Giorno gave him free license to take his time, so he'll use it. Start at the beginning, and calm down first. He's allowed to be scared. He's allowed to take his time.
The warmth of the sun is right here next to him. All he has to do is pull it under his skin.]
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[It's only three words. Three words aren't hard.
He lets his circling breath go, and forms them carefully, one at a time.]
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That's the second problem. He doesn't know how to heal from them, or how to try to combat them without fighting.
That and the fact that even now they're still heading toward the beach, and therefore the sound of the surf, it leaves him thinking of Hamon, the training he hasn't been doing. Another failure.
But that was a day of being set to complete tasks that he didn't know how to fulfill, and his setbacks were never failures. Just start over from the beginning, and try again.
His breathing evens out, and grows rhythmic and steady. He can't Hamon breathe and hold a conversation, but Giorno gave him free license to take his time, so he'll use it. Start at the beginning, and calm down first. He's allowed to be scared. He's allowed to take his time.
The warmth of the sun is right here next to him. All he has to do is pull it under his skin.]
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[It's only three words. Three words aren't hard.
He lets his circling breath go, and forms them carefully, one at a time.]
Is...Dio healing?